Chapter 368: Storm of Blades

Not to mention the argument between the three girls in the stands, the second competition in the ring officially began.

Zheng Feng and Qinglian Gongzi Jiang Hanyu stand at opposite ends of the ring, and he only needs to win one more game to win the final championship.

"Qinglian Gongzi, you will win!" someone let out a cheer, but it seemed a little lacking in confidence.

"Young Master Qinglian, beat him hard!" suddenly someone in the crowd shouted.

"That's right, he is looking for teeth all over the ground, and the flowers are falling!" The gambler who had bet on the sick tiger before also shouted.

For a moment, the crowd was furious, and the shouts in the sky seemed to drown Zheng Feng.

Zhou Yuan also clapped his hands and laughed: "The trend of the times, the will of heaven is like this, Zheng Feng will be defeated!"

"Hehe, human will is not providential, and the competition depends on the real ability, I think Zheng Feng will win. Xinghai Emperor Luo Qingyu said quite confidently.

In the ring, Jiang Hanyu, the son of Qinglian, had a trace of solemnity on his face, and he did not despise Zheng Feng at all.

Zheng Feng's ability to defeat Fu Sick Tiger has already proved his strength, and Jiang Hanyu has already regarded him as a strong opponent.

"Qinglian Sword Wheel, disillusionment!"

Jiang Hanyu pinched the trick with both hands, and cast the supreme secret method of the Qinglian Sword Codex, and the ring was covered with cyan lotus flowers.

The green lotus blooms, verdant and vibrant, and the air seems to be filled with a faint fragrance.

However, in Zheng Feng's eyes, the green lotus under his feet still has a somewhat illusory feeling, that is, Jiang Hanyu has not yet practiced to the point of turning fiction into reality.

The Qinglian Sword Dictionary is a masterpiece, and it can truly turn the virtual into reality, and the virtual and the real can be transformed at will, and there is no so-called truth or falsehood.

Zheng Feng guessed in his heart that if he really practiced to this point, it was estimated that he would have broken through to the stage of transforming into gods.

In the eyes of others, the magical and weird Qinglian Sword Codex is full of flaws in Zheng Feng's eyes.

Dozens of identical Jiang Hanyu were all over the ring, surrounding Zheng Feng.

Among them, Jiang Hanyu, who was closest to Zheng Feng, said: "Summon your spirit beast, let me see your true strength." ”

"You're too weak to let me go all out. Zheng Feng said lightly, without the slightest intention of summoning a spirit beast.

"What did you say?" Jiang Hanyu had a look of shame on his face.

He is the first genius of the Jiang family, and he has always attracted much attention, and some people even regard him as the heir of the kamikaze sword master.

No one has ever said it like Zheng Feng, which is a great shame.

"Let me show you, Qinglian Sword Codex's trick!"

Jiang Hanyu shouted, and one after another sword light erupted from Qinglian, and Jiang Hanyu's figures turned into nodes, connecting all the sword lights together.

The sword light went back and forth, intertwined to form a mysterious pattern, and the sword qi of Sen Ran emitted a cold and cold light, with a deadly killing intention.

Jiang Hanyu pointed his hands together into a sword, and a three-foot sword gushed out, converging in mid-air one by one, forming a huge stegosaurus.

"Blade Storm, go!"

As Jiang Hanyu shouted, the stegosaurus let out a roar and swooped down fiercely at Zheng Feng.

"It's a bit interesting, with the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant, a move to exert the strength of the early stage of the transformation of the gods. ”

Zheng Feng nodded appreciatively, but at this point, with his real strength, he was completely bullying the other party.

"Close!"

Zheng Feng raised his left hand, and a vague black vortex in his palm began to rotate slowly.

A strange fluctuation spread out in front of Zheng Feng, and it was like a monster in the void opening its mouth.

The momentum of the stegosaurus was amazing, the violent sword aura overflowed, and the ferocity fell from the sky.

Suddenly, a huge black hole appeared in the void, and the stegosaurus rushed into it with a swoop, and disappeared with the black hole in the blink of an eye.

Everything disappeared as if nothing had happened.

After Qinglian Gongzi Jiang Hanyu used this trick, his face looked a little pale, and before he saw Zheng Feng being torn to pieces, everything disappeared.

The whole person was stunned, standing in place, looking at the disappearing sword storm in a daze, could it be that there was an illusion in his eyes?

"It's over!"

Zheng Feng said softly, walking forward step by step, and with each step, a faint ripple appeared under his feet.

As Zheng Feng approached, all the green lotuses withered along the way, leaving only a figure in the end, looking at him with dull eyes.

"You are far behind the kamikaze sword master. Zheng Feng said lightly.

"You ......"

Bang!

Before Jiang Hanyu finished speaking, the whole person felt a whirlwind, and was directly thrown away by Zheng Feng and smashed into the crowd in the stands.

"The husband of the slave family, he is really domineering!" Ji Demon Hua's eyes were tender and sweet.

"He won!" Luo Hanyan cheered, looking very happy.

"Hmph!" Cai'er on the side snorted coldly, seemingly feeling quite dissatisfied.

On the stands, at this time, the birds were silent, falling into a deathly silence, which seemed quite strange.

"Am I dazzled, and Qinglian Gongzi also lost?" someone said in disbelief.

"You read that right, it was Zheng Feng who won!" the person next to him made up for it.

What followed was not cheering, but a mournful cry of crying father and mother, as for some of the very few people who pressed on Zheng Feng, they were ecstatic at the moment.

The person in charge of Jubaolou was also in the stands at this time, and he was in a very bright mood when he saw Zheng Feng showing his might and winning the championship in one fell swoop.

After all, only a very small number of people who bought Zheng Feng to win, the tenth **, still pressed on the other two.

According to his statistics, the number of people who buy Zheng Feng to win is less than 35,000 bets, even if the odds are 22 times, there are not many.

And the bets on the other two people are nearly nearly one million, and Jubaolou can be said to have made a lot of money this time.

If no one buys Zheng Feng to win, it will be even more perfect, the person in charge of Jubaolou thought in his heart.

"The final champion is Zheng Feng!"

The white-haired referee was standing in the ring at the moment, and his expression was quite excited.

"It's a pity!"

In the east stand, the purple-robed Luo family elder said, this is also the voice of other Luo family elders.

In their hearts, whether it is Fu Sick Tiger or Jiang Hanyu, it is much better than Zheng Feng becoming a champion.

After all, the identities of Fu Sick Tiger and Jiang Hanyu represent the Fu family and the Jiang family behind them, and Luo Qingyu's marrying of his daughter to them naturally represents an alliance between the two families.

And Zheng Feng didn't have any background, they had already investigated clearly, but he was just a kid who fled from the Northern Regions.

Although the strength is not bad, the Luo family does not lack masters in the Yuan Infant Stage, but lacks a strong foreign aid.

"I think that the matter of marrying Miss Luo Hanyan to Zheng Feng still needs to be considered in the long run. The purple-robed elder spoke.

"Yes, the other party just won by luck, and his status is low, so he is not worthy of being the son-in-law of our Luo family at all. The other elders echoed.